Dragoncrest Cliffs okay, well, that’s a mutual thing.

here it is —
a week’s worth of plunder. 
cayetano spreads it out on the ground,
tracing a gilded shell with his finger. 

four feathers, stiff and clean as a knife,
their edges long and dipped in black 
a sea stork, now sitting in his belly
which still bucks and troubles him. 

a red conch: this was his favorite
he places it atop the feathers,
straightens out their presentation 
and calls for the sharp faced boy
with eyes like a fox 
and delightfully high standards.